[sample:]
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All around me are familiar faces
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Warn out places, warn out faces
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Bright and early for the daily races
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Going nowhere, going nowhere
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[Doc Brown:]
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Doc Brown, it's a disgrace, this place is like a whore house
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The crooked systems the pimp that got us workin' 'til me worn out
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Storm clouds so it's dark when I wake up
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Same street, same run for the same bus
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Same tramp with his change cup
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But many pennies and tens and twenty's ain't gonna change his day up
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This train sucks blood, you look familiar
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Why do I know them tired eyes from somewhere in particular
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Wait, nah it was yesterday
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You shoved me in the chest just to race to the top of the escelate
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So all we rats comin' back for more
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Happy to carry the wait 'til our backs are sore
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Trapped in the system of capitalism
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That got us thinkin'that we have to take a shit job just to get a quick buck
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Why not live the life that you want?
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When your dreams too big to fit in that Burger King uniform
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Forgot what humanity showed us
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Now we walk around like robots 'til we go nuts
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What strangers, we all creative
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'Til age six then we start hearin' the same shit
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From police, parents, teachers, television
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Take them first steps towards a mental prison
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Then at the end of ya life you like "what! "
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"I was doin' time but I weren't even behind bars"
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Know what blood, it's a very very (mad world)
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[Chorus: Doc Brown and Lowkey]
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Maintain feel the weight on my brain (mad world)
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It's still the same my brains achin' with pain (mad world)
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This ain't life it just doesn't feel right (mad world)
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My dreams ain't nice, can't sleep at night
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[sample:]
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Went to school and was very nervous
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No one knew me, no one knew me
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Hello teachers tell me what's my lesson
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Looked right through me, looked right through me
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[Lowkey:]
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From the time I was a toddler, tiny and small
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I grew into a little monster in primary school
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Just another name on the list at registration
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The teacher never listens so I lived in desperation
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By Year 6, I was sick of education
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Not to mention wantin' attention but I'd sit in hesitation
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Scared to ask teachers questions
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Cause I was quick to test their patience
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Soon as I reached secondary, different heads were hatin'
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To teachers I was already dead and buried, a product of the street's devistation
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Aggy and fassies and fools and carryin' tools
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Why, it's a weak explanation but I was never happy in school
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Sufferin' from sleep deprivation
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Teachers new my type, they saw it in me, never used eyesight
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Most pretend they're blind when the older youths and new guys fight
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Got sent around to the deputy heads
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When the fat kid that grassed went back to sit in class
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And dreamt about leavin' all my enemies dead
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Many tears where eventually shed
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Up 'til now I didn't know what my memories meant
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Many messed with me then, all the fights left my energy spent
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Teachers need to fix up, this message is for everyone bUt especially them
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Intelligent kids don't grow unless they mentally fed in this (mad world)
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[Chorus 2: Lowkey and Doc Brown (sample)]
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Life is cruel blood, I'm tired of school (mad world)
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Your mind's a tool, don't play by the rules (mad world)
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That's the truth I've been trapped since youth (mad world)
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My heart's bruised but I still won't lose (mad world)
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Mad World (Promo Version)
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Lowkey |